منار الهواري

“We sow the seed of deadly nightshade and wish it to bear lilies and roses!”
― Gottfried Von Strassburg, Tristan and Isolde (The German Library)

“Let everything happen to you
Beauty and terror
Just keep going
No feeling is final”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“Language is my whore, my mistress, my wife, my pen-friend, my check-out girl. Language is a complimentary moist lemon-scented cleansing square or handy freshen-up wipette. Language is the breath of God, the dew on a fresh apple, it's the soft rain of dust that falls into a shaft of morning sun when you pull from an old bookshelf a forgotten volume of erotic diaries; language is the faint scent of urine on a pair of boxer shorts, it's a half-remembered childhood birthday party, a creak on the stair, a spluttering match held to a frosted pane, the warm wet, trusting touch of a leaking nappy, the hulk of a charred Panzer, the underside of a granite boulder, the first downy growth on the upper lip of a Mediterranean girl, cobwebs long since overrun by an old Wellington boot.”
― Stephen Fry

“فاحمل أقدارك فوق كتفيك يا صديقي وامض في الحياة صابرا..آملا أبدا في رحمة الله التي تسع كل شيء..
فلست وحدك في همومك ولا الدنيا تستهدفك أنت بالذات بهذه الضريبة.. ”
― عبد الوهاب مطاوع, صديقي لا تأكل نفسك