Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow Quotes

“دعونى أصبح فراشة
!”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“هم معنا فى أفراحنا يهزجون إذا نسعد يكتئبون اذا نكتئب و يحزنون إذا نحن أصبنا باسى”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“كالصقيع القاتل فوق قلوبنا”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“يا لكآبة ساعة تنطفئ فيها شمعة الحب و تخبو نار العاطفة فإذا بكل يتلمس طريقه فى فجر الحياة البارد القاسى يود لو يشعلها”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“ثمة حزن جليل يسود .. ثمة سلام هائل يغلفنا .. فى ضوئه تتضاءل هموم يومنا و تغدو تافهة”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“لا تأتى الكآبة إلا فى المساء ، فنحن لا نستطيع فى وجود الشمس أن نجلس لنتنهد و نعبس بينما العالم ينطلق مفعما بالحياة
فى الظلام تفكر فى هذا العالم الفارغ الذى نحيا به”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“تحس أنك شخص محطم مسحوق ، و تتمنى أن يأخذك الله إلى سماواته و يريحك”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“عن الكآبة
تصبح غبيا ضجرا أخرق ميالا للبكاء مشاكسا مؤذيا لنفسك
فإذا ما تمكنت منك النوبة فلن تستطيع أن تفعل شيئا ، و لا أن تفكر فى شئ ، لكنك ستحس فى نفس الوقت بضرورة أن تقوم بعمل ما”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“دعنا ننفض ايدينا من ذاك الندم و ذلك الشوق العقيم إلى أيام مضت لن تعود أبدا ، العمل أمامنا لا خلفنا ، شعارنا إلى الأمام”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“انه يتحرك فى العالم لكنه لا يختلط به”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“أنا لك طول العمر سنمضى سويا فى هذا العالم ، سيقف كل منا إلى جانب الآخر ، أليس كذلك ؟”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“ان مشاكل الحياة اليومية المتكررة تسبب غضبا لابد أن يجد له مخرجا و إلا يتقيح بداخلنا”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“الطقس كالحكومة دائما على خطأ فى الصيف نقول انه خانق و فى الشتاء نقول انه قاتل و فى الربيع و الخريف نجد عيبه فى أنه لا هذا و لا ذاك”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“حسنا لن أقوم بأى عمل الليلة ، و سأستيقظ مبكرا .. هكذا يكون قرارى الحاسم الذى لا رجعة فيه عندئذ .. فإذا ما حل الصباح ، قل حماسى للفكرة ، و رأيت أنه كان من الواجب أن أتم العمل فى الليلة الماضية”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“كان الكسل دائما هو ميزتى ، أنا لا أنسب لنفسى فضلا فى هذا الموضوع ، انه موهبة لا يمتلكها إلا القلائل”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“موكب الحياة هذا المجنون لا يكف أبدا عن الحركة”
― جيروم ك. جيروم, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“The truth is, we each of us have an inborn conviction that the whole world, with everybody and everything in it, was created as a sort of necessary appendage to ourselves. Our fellow men and women were made to admire us and to minister to our various requirements. You and I, dear reader, are each the center of the universe in our respective opinions. You, as I understand it, were brought into being by a considerate Providence in order that you might read and pay me for what I write; while I, in your opinion, am an article sent into the world to write something for you to read. The stars--as we term the myriad other worlds that are rushing down beside us through the eternal silence--were put into the heavens to make the sky look interesting for us at night; and the moon with its dark mysteries and ever-hidden face is an arrangement for us to flirt under.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“I attribute the quarrelsome nature of the Middle Ages young men entirely to the want of the soothing weed.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“Life tastes much the same, whether we quaff it from a golden goblet or drink it out of a stone mug. The hours come laden with the same mixture of joy and sorrow, no matter where we wait for them.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“Years ago, when I used to wander of an evening from the fireside to the pleasant land of fairy-tales, I met a doughty knight and true. Many dangers had he overcome, in many lands had been; and all men knew him for a brave and well-tried knight, and one that knew not fear; except, maybe, upon such seasons when even a brave man might feel afraid and yet not be ashamed. Now, as this knight one day was pricking wearily along a toilsome road, his heart misgave him and was sore within him because of the trouble of the way. Rocks, dark and of a monstrous size, hung high above his head, and like enough it seemed unto the knight that they should fall and he lie low beneath them. Chasms there were on either side, and darksome caves wherein fierce robbers lived, and dragons, very terrible, whose jaws dripped blood. And upon the road there hung a darkness as of night. So it came over that good knight that he would no more press forward, but seek another road, less grievously beset with difficulty unto his gentle steed. But when in haste he turned and looked behind, much marveled our brave knight, for lo! of all the way that he had ridden there was naught for eye to see; but at his horse’s heels there yawned a mighty gulf, whereof no man might ever spy the bottom, so deep was that same gulf. Then when Sir Ghelent saw that of going back there was none, he prayed to good Saint Cuthbert, and setting spurs into his steed rode forward bravely and most joyously. And naught harmed him. There is no returning on the road of life. The frail bridge of time on which we tread sinks back into eternity at every step we take. The past is gone from us forever. It is gathered in and garnered.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“A new life begins for us with every second. Let us go forward joyously to meet it. We must press on whether we will or no, and we shall walk better with our eyes before us than with them ever cast behind.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“A vida de Xantipa deve ter sido um longo tormento, amarrada àquele homem dotado de uma calma capaz de fazer qualquer um ir aos arames. Sócrates. Imaginemos uma mulher casada, condenada a viver dia após dia sem uma só zaragata com o marido! Um homem deve fazer a vontade à mulher nestas matérias. (...) Um homem genuinamente sensato fá-lo e é amado em consonância, pois são os pequenos gestos de simpatia como este que tocam o coração de uma mulher. São estas provas de altruísmo e de carinho que a fazem dizer às amigas que ele era um marido maravilhoso -- depois de ele morrer.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“A vida de Xantipa deve ter sido um longo tormento, amarrada àquele homem dotado de uma calma capaz de fazer qualquer um ir aos arames. Sócrates. Imaginemos uma mulher casada, condenada a viver dia após dia sem uma só zaragata com o marido! Um homem deve fazer a vontade à mulher nestas matérias.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“A vida tem mais ou menos o mesmo sabor, quer a bebamos de um cálice de ouro, quer a sorvamos de uma caneca de barro. As horas surgem repletas da mesma mescla de alegria e tristeza, onde quer que esperemos pela sua chegada. Um colete de casimira fina ou de fustão tem o mesmo efeito sobre um coração dorido, e não rimos com mais gosto sobre coxins de veludo do que o fazíamos sentados em cadeiras de pau.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“I am alone and the road is very dark. I stumble on, I know not how nor care, for the way seems leading nowhere, and there is no light to guide. But at last the morning comes, and I find that I have grown into myself.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“Najednou nechci být dobrý a ctihodný. (Prý nikdy ctihodný být ani nemohu, takže na tom ani nezáleží.) Chci si obléct levandulové punčochy s červenými sametovými rajtkami a k tomu zelený dublet se žlutými pruhy, na rameno si zavěsit světlemodrý hedvábný plášť a za klobouk vetknout černé orlí péro, a také mít velký meč a jestřába a kopí a skotačícího koně, abych mohl jezdit mezi lidi a těšit jejich zraky. Proč bychom se měli všichni snažit vypadat jako mravenci ploužící se přes hromadu mouru? Proč bychom se nemohli oblékat trochu živěji? Jsem přesvědčený, že kdybychom to udělali, byli bychom šťastnější. Ano, je to banalita, ale my jsme banální rasa, a k čemu je dobré předstírat něco jiného a být za kazisvěty? Ať se jako havrani oblékají filozofové, pokud se jim chce. Mně však dovolte být motýlem.”
― Jerome Klapka Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“My mladíci, dokud si nevsuneme ruce do kapes, se zpravidla necítíme ve své kůži. Jsme rozpačití a podráždění. Připadáme si, jak by si bez skládacího cylindru na hlavě připadal lev salónů, pokud si lze něco takového vůbec představit. Když si však ruce do kapes kalhot vsuneme, a v pravé nahmatáme drobné mince a v levé svazek klíčů, s přehledem se popasujeme i s poštovní úřednicí.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“Ne, kdepak, milé dámy, vy buďte vždy sentimentální a soucitné, jako jste dnes – buďte konejšivým máslem našemu suchému, okoralému chlebu.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“Když se mladík z dvanáctého století zamiloval, neudělal tři kroky nazpět, nezadíval se jí do očí a neřekl jí, že je pro tento svět příliš krásná. Řekl, že vyjde ven a zjistí, jak se věci mají. A pokud venku potkal nějakého muže a rozbil mu hlavu, dokázalo se tím, že jeho dívka – dívka toho prvního mladíka – je opravdu hezká. Pokud mu však rozbil hlavu ten druhý – myslím tomu prvnímu mladíkovi –, pak jeho dívka – nikoliv tedy dívka toho druhého chlapíka, nýbrž dívka toho, který… Podívejte, pokud mladík A rozbil hlavu mladíkovi B, pak dívka mladíka A je opravdu hezká; ale pokud mladík B rozbil hlavu mladíkovi A, pak dívka mladíka A hezká není a hezká je dívka mladíka B. Takovým způsobem provozovali uměleckou kritiku. V dnešní době si zapálíme dýmku a necháme dívky, aby si to mezi sebou vyřídily samy.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“The music of life would be mute if the chords of memory were snapped asunder.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow