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“I am losing my interest in human beings; in the significance of their lives and their actions. Some one has said it is better to study one man than ten books. I want neither books nor men; they make me suffer. Can one of them talk to me like the night – the Summer night? Like the stars or the caressing wind?”
― Kate Chopin

“أكبر مني كان الحب
فكان الصمت
وكان هروباً للأحلام

شبهتك

أحببت شبيهك

أدركت لماذا أجدادي
عبدوا الأصنام”
― لميعة عباس عمارة, يسمونه الحب

“A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.

Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.

‘The Day is Done”
― HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW, The Day is Done

“Will those who will be living a hundred, two hundred years from now, those for whom we are now laying down the road to the future, will they remember us in their prayers? . . ."

"Man may not remember, but God will.”
― Anton Chekhov, Uncle Vanya