“أما أنا فلم أملك يوماً شيئاً مهمّاً أقوله، وحين أحاول التفكير بما يلخّص حياتي لا يخرج من فمي إلا البلاهات.”
― .الحالة الحرجة للمدعو ك
― .الحالة الحرجة للمدعو ك
“You should have realised," said Lupin quietly. If Voldemort didn't kill you, we would. Goodbye, Peter.”
― Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
― Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
“كان ثمة هوة بين الحياة التي أرجو خوضها وتلك التي أعيشها, وكنت نهمًا لملئها بالتجارب.”
― .الحالة الحرجة للمدعو ك
― .الحالة الحرجة للمدعو ك
“Omens"
Her eyelids were painted blue.
When she closed her eyes the sea
rolled in like ten thousand fiery chariots,
leaving behind silence above & below
a thousand years old. He stood beneath
a high arched window, gazing out
at fishing boats beyond the dikes, their nets
unfurled, their offshore gestures
a dance of living in bluish entourage.
He was only the court’s chief jester.
What he said & did made them laugh,
but lately what he sometimes thought he knew
could cost him his polished tongue & royal wig.
He was the masked fool unmasking the emperor.
Forget the revelation. Forget the briny sea.
He had seen the ravishing empress naked
in a forbidden pose. Her blue eye shadow.
Aquamarine shells crusted with wormy mud.
Anyway, if he said half of what was foretold,
the great one would become a weeping boy
slumped beneath the Pillars of Hercules.
Poetry Apr 2012, Vol. 200 Issue 1, p15”
―
Her eyelids were painted blue.
When she closed her eyes the sea
rolled in like ten thousand fiery chariots,
leaving behind silence above & below
a thousand years old. He stood beneath
a high arched window, gazing out
at fishing boats beyond the dikes, their nets
unfurled, their offshore gestures
a dance of living in bluish entourage.
He was only the court’s chief jester.
What he said & did made them laugh,
but lately what he sometimes thought he knew
could cost him his polished tongue & royal wig.
He was the masked fool unmasking the emperor.
Forget the revelation. Forget the briny sea.
He had seen the ravishing empress naked
in a forbidden pose. Her blue eye shadow.
Aquamarine shells crusted with wormy mud.
Anyway, if he said half of what was foretold,
the great one would become a weeping boy
slumped beneath the Pillars of Hercules.
Poetry Apr 2012, Vol. 200 Issue 1, p15”
―
“Isabel, as she herself grew older, became acquainted with revulsions, with disgusts; there were days when the world looked black and she asked herself with some sharpness what it was that she was pretending to live for.”
― The Portrait of a Lady
― The Portrait of a Lady
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