رقية حمد

“O how incomprehensible everything was, and actually sad, although it was also beautiful. One knew nothing. One lived and ran about the earth and rode through forests, and certain things looked so challenging and promising and nostalgic: a star in the evening, a blue harebell, a reed-green pond, the eye of a person or a cow. And sometimes it seemed that something never seen yet long desired was about to happen, that a veil would drop from it all, but then it passed, nothing happened, the riddle remained unsolved, the secret spell unbroken, and in the end one grew old and looked cunning . . . or wise . . . and still one knew nothing perhaps, was still waiting and listening.”
― Herman Hesse, Narcissus and Goldmund

“لا تصالح علي الدم .. حتي بدم!
لا تصالح! و لو قيل رأس برأس
أكل الرؤوس سواء؟
أقلب الغريب كقلب أخيك؟!
أعيناه عينا أخيك؟
و هل تساوي يد ... سيفها كان لك
بيد سيفها أثكلك؟”
― أمل دنقل, الأعمال الكاملة

“Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people?" says Peeta. "It costs everything you are.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“لا أري أية فائدة من أن يبكي الجيل الحالي وضعا لم يصنعه هو ،متخيلا أنه رسب في الإمتحان ،إنها نتيجة إمتحان أباؤه”
― وائل عادل, زالزال العقول 2