Mimona Masarwa > Mimona's Quotes

“Do you remember all of your audiences?" Marco asks.
"Not all of them," Celia says. "But I remember the people who look at me the way you do."
"What way might that be?"
"As though they cannot decide if they are afraid of me or they want to kiss me."
" I am not afraid of you," Marco says.”
― Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

“I tried to explain as much as I could," Poppet says. "I think I made an analogy about cake."
"Well, that must have worked," Widget says. "Who doesn't like a good cake analogy?”
― Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

“I am haunted by the ghost of my father, I think that should allow me to quote Hamlet as much as I please.”
― Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

“You're just a crazy murderer who's confused himself with a god.... nothing more, nothing less.”
― Tsugumi Ohba, Death Note, Vol. 12: Finis

“Nobody can tell what is right and what is wrong; what is righteous and what is evil. Even if there is a god and I had his teachings right before me, I would think it through and decide if that was right or wrong myself.”
― Tsugumi Ohba, Death Note, Vol. 12: Finis

“There are no nudists in cold areas.”
― Tsugumi Ohba, Death Note, Vol. 12: Finis

“One might say that where Religion becomes artificial, it is reserved for Art to save the spirit of religion.”
― Richard Wagner

“‎And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.”
― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

“Fruits fail and love dies and time ranges;
Thou art fed with perpetual breath,
and alive after infinite changes,
And fresh from the kisses of death,
Of langours rekindled and rallied,
Of barren delights and unclean,
Things monstrous and fruitless, a pallid
And poisonous queen.”
― Algernon Charles Swinburne

“Tis all a Chequer-board of nights and days
Where Destiny with men for Pieces plays:
Hither and thither moves, and mates,and slays,
And one by one back in the closet lays.”
― Omar Khayyam

“Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undecieved by them.”
― Francois La Rochefoucauld

“Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.

Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.”
― Oscar Wilde, Selected Poems of Oscar Wilde including the Ballad of Reading Gaol

“Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
—Alfred, Lord Tennyson, “The Higher Pantheism”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“The old church tower and garden wall
Are black with autumn rain
And dreary winds foreboding call
The darkness down again”
― Emily Brontë, The Complete Poems

“TWENTY bridges from Tower to Kew -
Wanted to know what the River knew,
Twenty Bridges or twenty-two,
For they were young, and the Thames was old
And this is the tale that River told:”
― Rudyard Kipling

“Freedom is always the freedom of the dissenter (Freheit ist immer die Freiheit der Andersdenkenden)”
― Rosa Luxemburg

“Let everything that's been planned come true. Let them believe. And let them have a laugh at their passions. Because what they call passion actually is not some emotional energy, but just the friction between their souls and the outside world. And most important, let them believe in themselves. Let them be helpless like children, because weakness is a great thing, and strength is nothing. When a man is just born, he is weak and flexible. When he dies, he is hard and insensitive. When a tree is growing, it's tender and pliant. But when it's dry and hard, it dies. Hardness and strength are death's companions. Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being. Because what has hardened will never win.”
― Andrei Tarkovsky

“If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“One must always be careful of books," said Tessa, "and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.”
― Francesco Petrarca, Canzoniere: Selected Poems

“عمق الغناء يأتي، أحياناً ، من عمق الوجع ، كما يأتي الضحك الذهبي أحياناً من كثرة المتاهات”
― حسين البرغوثي, الضوء الأزرق

“أنا أخاف من هؤلاء الذين يمنحوني ذاكرة وتاريخاً , أخاف لأنهم يمنحوني شيئاً يبقى معي بعد أن يرحلوا !
وإذا كان بإمكاني التخلص من الهدايا , قكيف يمكنني أن أخلي فكري من أصواتهم العالية ؟”
― صبا الحرز, الآخرون

“Forget her tattered memories,
or the pages others took;
you are her ever after—
the hero of her book.”
― Lang Leav, Lullabies (Volume 2)

“Whenever I find a spark of that hidden fire that will sooner or later consume the old and create the new, I am drawn to it with love and hope, regarding it as a sign of my future home.”
― Friedrich Schleiermacher

“عندما يغيب الوعي الفردي، تضمحل تبعاً له الهوية الشخصية، وتتلاشى الذات في الجماعة ، في هذه الحالة تختفي الشخصية الحقيقية الأصيلة ، ويسود نموذج الشخصية النيابية المستعارة”
― عبد الجبار الرفاعي

“One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“لن نُظهر أفضل ما لدينا حتى نُسحق تمامًا”
― بوهوميل هرابال, Too Loud a Solitude

“Because when I read, I don't really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqueur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.”
― Bohumil Hrabal, Too Loud a Solitude

“البعض نحبهم
لكن لا نقترب منهم...فهم في البعد أحلى
وهم في البعد أرقى...وهم في البعد أغلى

البعض نحبهم
ونسعى كي نقترب منهم
ونتقاسم تفاصيل الحياة معهم
ويؤلمنا الابتعاد عنهم
ويصعب علينا تصوّر الحياة حين تخلو منهم.

البعض نحبّهم
ونتمنى أن نعيش حكاية جميلة معهم
ونفتعل الصدف لكي نلتقي بهم
ونختلق الأسباب كي نراهم
ونعيش في الخيال أكثر من الواقع معهم

البعض نحبهم
بيننا و بين أنفسنا
نصمت برغم الألم
لا نجاهر بحبهم حتى لهم لأن
العواقب مخيفه و من الأفضل لنا و لهم أن تبقى الأبواب مغلقة

البعض نحبهم
فنملأ الأرض بحبهم و نحدث الدنيا عنهم
و نحتاج إلى وجودهم..كالماء..والهواء
و نختنق فى غيابهم أو الأبتعاد عنهم

البعض نحبّهم
لأننا لا نجد سواهم
وحاجتنا إلى الحب تدفعنا نحوهم
فالأيام تمضي
والعمر ينقضي
والزمن لا يقف
ويرعبنا بأن نبقى بلا رفيق

البعض نحبهم
لأن مثلهم لا يستحق سوى الحب
ولا نملك أمامهم سوى أن نحب
نرمم معهم أشياء كثيرة
نعيد طلاء الحياة
ونسعى صادقين كي نمنحهم بعض السعادة

البعض نحبهم
و لا نجد صدى للحب في
قلوبهم
فننهار
ونتخبط في حكايات فاشلة
فلا نكرههم
لا ننساهم
لا نحب سواهم
ونعود نبكيهم بعد كل محاولة فاشلة

والبعض نحبّهم
ويبقى فقط أن يحبّوننا
مثلما نحبّهم”
― جبران خليل جبران

“There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Mistral's Kiss