Dema Ya'rub > Dema's Quotes

“قد يكون الشعر بالنسبة للإنسان السعيد ترفاً ذهنياً محضاً، غير أنه بالنسبة للمحزون وسيلة حياة”
― نازك الملائكة

“الليلُ يسألُ مَن أنا
أنا سرُّهُ القلقُ العميقُ الأسودُ
أنا صمتُهُ المتمرِّدُ
قنّعتُ كنهي بالسكونْ
ولففتُ قلبي بالظنونْ
وبقيتُ ساهمةً هنا
أرنو وتسألني القرونْ
أنا من أكون ؟

الريحُ تسألُ مَنْ أنا
أنا روحُهَا الحيرانُ
أنكرني الزمانْ
أنا مثلها في لا مكان
نبقى نسيرُ ولا انتهاءْ
نبقى نمرُّ ولا بقاءْ
فإذا بلغنا المُنْحَنَى
خلناهُ خاتمةَ الشقاءْ
فإذا فضاءْ !

والدهرُ يسألُ مَنْ أنا
أنا مثله جبارةٌ
أطوي عُصورْ
وأعودُ أمنحُها النشورْ
أنا أخلقُ الماضيْ البعيدْ
من فتنةِ الأملِ الرغيدْ
وأعودُ أدفنُهُ
أنا
لأصوغَ لي أمساً جديدْ
غَدُهُ جليد

والذاتُ تسألُ مَنْ أنا
أنا مثلها حيرَى أحدّقُ في الظلام
لا شيءَ يمنحُني السلامْ
أبقى أسائلُ والجوابْ
سيظَلّ يحجُبُه سرابْ
وأظلّ أحسبُهُ دَنَا
فإذا وصلتُ إليه ذابْ
وخبا وغابْ”
― نازك الملائكة

“يجب ألا ينفتح قلب الفتاة لأحد من الناس قبل أن ينفتح لزوجها لتستطيع أن تعيش معه سعيدة هادئة لا ينغصها ذكر الماضي وانخلاط في مخيلتها الصور والألوان”
― مصطفى لطفي المنفلوطي

“حسبك من السعادة , ضمير نقي , ونفس هادئة , وقلب شريف .”
― مصطفى لطفي المنفلوطي

“أنا انسان أصافح المرأه من عقلها
ويأسرني حنانها قبل بريق عينيها
ويبهرني عطاؤها قبل ألوانها الصارخة !
_
وجوه كثيرة خدعتني بالألوان ، وانا يا سيدتي أبحثُ دائمًا عن الآنسان”
― فاروق جويدة, ليس للحب أوان

“مهما توارى الحلم في عيني
وأرقني الأجل

مازلت ألمح في رماد العمر
شيئا من أمـَل ..

فغداً ستنبت في جبين الأفق
نجمات جديدة

وغداً ستورق في ليالي الحزن
أيام سعيدة

وغدا أراك على المدى
شمسا تضئ ظلام أيامي
و إن كانت بعيدة”
― فاروق جويدة, لو أننا لم نفترق

“الله
يا الله
يا الله
أنت الواحد الباقي
وعصرُ القهر يطويه الفناء
كل الطغاة وإن تمادى ظُلمهم
يتساقطون
وأنت تفعل ما تشاء”
― فاروق جويدة, زمان القهر علمني

“عربٌ ولكن لو نزعت جلودهم
لوجدت أن اللُب امريكان”
― أحمد مطر

“وطني ثوب مرقع كل جزء فيه مصنوع بمصنع!”
― أحمد مطر

“ليس في الدنيا من يفهم حرقة العبيد مثل الأبواب”
― أحمد مطر

“كل قلوب الناس جنسيتي فلتسقطوا عني جواز السفر”
― محمود درويش

“Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!”
― John Keats

“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know”
― John Keats, The Complete Poems

“Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more! oh, weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.
Dry your eyes! oh, dry your eyes!
For I was taught in Paradise
To ease my breast of melodies,—
Shed no tear.

Overhead! look overhead!
‘Mong the blossoms white and red—
Look up, look up! I flutter now
On this fresh pomegranate bough.
See me! ’tis this silvery bill
Ever cures the good man’s ill.
Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Adieu, adieu—I fly—adieu!
I vanish in the heaven’s blue,—
Adieu, adieu!

- Fairy Song”
― John Keats, The Complete Poems

“Grover was sniffing the wind, looking nervous. He fished out his acorns and threw them into the sand, then played his pipes. They rearranged themselves in a pattern that made no sense to me, but Grover looked concerned.
"That's us," he said. "Those five nuts right there."
"Which one is me?" I asked.
"The little deformed one," Zoe suggested.
"Oh, shut up.”
― Rick Riordan, The Titan’s Curse

“The real story of the Fleece: there were these two children of Zeus, Cadmus and Europa, okay? They were about to get offered up as human sacrifices, when they prayed to Zeus to save them. So Zeus sent this magical flying ram with golden wool, which picked them up in Greece and carried them all the way to Colchis in Asia Minor. Well, actually it carried Cadmus. Europa fell off and died along the way, but that's not important."
"It was probably important to her.”
― Rick Riordan, The Sea of Monsters

“What if it lines up like it did in the Trojan War ... Athena versus Poseidon?"
"I don't know. But I just know that I'll be fighting next to you."
"Why?"
"Because you're my friend, Seaweed Brain. Any more stupid questions?”
― Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief

“I nodded, looking at Rachel with respect. "You hit the Lord of the Titans in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush.”
― Rick Riordan

“Dreams like a podcast,
Downloading truth in my ears.
They tell me cool stuff."
"Apollo?" I guess, because I figured nobody else could make a haiku that bad.
He put his finger to his lips. "I'm incognito. Call me Fred."
"A god named Fred?”
― Rick Riordan

“Don't feel bad, I'm usually about to die.”
― Rick Riordan, The Battle of the Labyrinth

“Can you surf really well, then?"
I looked at Grover, who was trying hard not to laugh.
"Jeez, Nico," I said. "I've never really tried."
He went on asking questions. Did I fight a lot with Thalia, since she was a daughter of Zeus? (I didn't answer that one.) If Annabeth's mother was Athena, the goddess of wisdom, then why didn't Annabeth know better than to fall off a cliff? (I tried not to strangle Nico for asking that one.) Was Annabeth my girlfriend? (At this point, I was ready to stick the kid in a meat-flavored sack and throw him to the wolves.)”
― Rick Riordan

“God alert!" Blackjack yelled. "It's the wine dude!
Mr. D sighed in exasperation. "The next person, or horse, who calls me the 'wine dude' will end up in a bottle of Merlot!”
― Rick Riordan, The Titan’s Curse

“Why can't you place a blessing like that on us?" I asked.

"It only works on wild animals."

"So it would only affect Percy," Annabeth reasoned.

"Hey!" I protested.”
― Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief

“She raised an eyebrow. "You got something to say to me, Seaweed Brain?"

You'd probably kick my butt."

You know I'd kick your butt."

I brushed the cake off my hands. "When I was at the River Styx, turning invulnerable . . . Nico said I had to concentrate on one thing that kept me anchored to the world, that made me want to stay mortal."

Annabeth kept her eyes on the horizon. "Yeah?"

Then up on Olympus," I said, "when they wanted to make me a god and stuff, I kept thinking-"

Oh, you so wanted to."

Well, maybe a little. But I didn't, because I thought-I didn't want things to stay the same for eternity, because things could always get better. And I was thinking . . ." My throat felt really dry.

Anyone in particular?" Annabeth asked, her voice soft.

I looked over and saw that she was trying not to smile.

You're laughing at me," I complained.

I am not!"

You are so not making this easy."

Then she laughed for real, and she put her hands
around my neck. "I am never, ever going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it.”
― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

“Now, come over here so I can pat you down."
"But you don't have-" Percy stopped. "Uh, sure."
He stood next to the armless statue. Terminus conducted a rigorous mental pat down.
"You seem to be clean," Terminus decided. "Do you have anything to declare?"
"Yes," Percy said. "I declare that this is stupid.”
― Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune

“Monkey bar," Annabeth said. "I'm great at these." She leaped onto to the first rung and start swinging her way across. She was scared of tiny spiders, but not of plummeting to her death from a set of monkey bars. Go figure.”
― Rick Riordan, The Battle of the Labyrinth

“Hercules,huh? Percy frowned. "That guy was like the Starbucks of Ancient Greece. Everywhere you turn--there he is.”
― Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena

“My mother made a squeaking sound that might of been either "yes" or "help".
Poseidon took it as a yes and came in.
Paul was looking back and forth between us, trying to read our expressions.
Finally he stepped forward.
"Hi, I'm Paul Blofis."
Poseidon raised an eyebrow and then shook his hand.
"Blowfish, did you say?"
"Ah, no. Blofis, actually."
"Oh, I see," Poseidon said. "A shame. I quite like blowfish. I am Poseidon."
"Poseidon? That's an interesting name."
"Yes, I like it. I've gone by other names, but I do prefer Poseidon."
"Like the god of the sea."
"Very much like that, yes"
"Well!" My mother interrupted. "Um, were so glad you could drop by. Paul, this is Percy's father."
"Ah." Paul nodded, though he didn't look real pleased. "I see."
Poseidon smiled at me. "There you are, my boy. And Tyson, hello, son!"
"Daddy!" Tyson [shouted]...
Paul's jaw dropped. He stared at my mother. "Tyson is..."
"Not mine," she promised. "It's a long story.”
― Rick Riordan, The Battle of the Labyrinth

“The throne rumbled. A wave of gale-force anger slammed into me.
WHO DARES-
The voice stopped abruptly, The anger retreated, which was a good thing, because just those two words had almost blasted my mind to shreds.
Percy. My fathers voice was still angry but more controlled. What-exactly-are you doing on my throne?
"I'm sorry, Father," I said. "I needed to get your attention."
This was a very dangerous thing to do. Even for you. If I hadn't looked before I blasted, you would now be a puddle of seawater.”
― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

“It's him," I said. "Typhon."
I was seriously hoping Chiron would say something good, like 'No, that's our huge friend Leroy! He's going to help us!”
― Rick Riordan