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“A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.”
― Mark Twain

“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.”
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

“- لست أهوى القراءة لأكتب ، ولا أهوى القراءة لأزداد عمراً في تقدير الحساب .. و إنما أهوى القراءة لأن عندي حياة واحدة ، وحياة واحدة لا تكفيني ، والقراءة - دون غيرها - هي التي تعطيني أكثر من حياة ، لأنها تزيد هذه الحياة من ناحية العمق”
― عباس محمود العقاد

“حتى لو لم يكن لدينا فى بعض الظروف ما يمكن أن نفعله لتغيير ما يحدث ، فلا أقل من ان نحاول أن نفهم ما يحدث”
― جلال أمين, العولمة

“Be the change that you wish to see in the world.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
― Albert Einstein

“إن انتشار الكفر في العالم يحمل نصف أوزاره متدينون بغضوا الله إلى خلقه بسوء صنيعهم وسوء كلامهم”
― محمد الغزالي

“إن عقل المرأة إذا ذبل ومات ،فقد ذبل عقل الأمة كلها ومات.”
― توفيق الحكيم

“قيمة الكتب ليست أحيانا فى كمالها الفنى، بل فى استطاعتها أن تعيش فى حياة طائفة من البشر.”
― توفيق الحكيم

“Our shouting is louder than our actions,
Our swords are taller than us,
This is our tragedy.
In short
We wear the cape of civilisation
But our souls live in the stone age”
― Nizar Qabbani

“يمكن أن تحكم الناس بالخوف والقمع ، لكن الخائفين لايمكن ان ينتصروا في حرب ، في ساحة الحرب يجب أن يكونوا أحراراً”
― بهاء طاهر, واحة الغروب

“She had been wrong to think it wouldn't matter that much to him, yes, he took her for granted, of course he did , but he took her for granted - not like an old coat in the corner of a dark cupboard, as she'd put it to herself , but like the very air that he breathed .”
― Ahdaf Soueif, In the Eye of the Sun

“Passion makes a person stop eating, sleeping, working, feeling at peace. A lot of people are frightened because, when it appears, it demolishes all the old things it finds in its path.

No one wants their life thrown into chaos. That is why a lot of people keep that threat under control, and are somehow capable of sustaining a house or a structure that is already rotten. They are the engineers of the superseded.

Other people think exactly the opposite: they surrender themselves without a second thought, hoping to find in passion the solutions to all their problems. They make the other person responsible for their happiness and blame them for their possible unhappiness. They are either euphoric because something marvelous has happened or depressed because something unexpected has just ruined everything.

Keeping passion at bay or surrendering blindly to it - which of these two attitudes is the least destructive?

I don't know.”
― Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes

“When we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. And yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing left! How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly? Life moves very fast. It rushes from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds.”
― Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes

“I haven't come to you only to take , I haven't come to you empty handed : I bring you poetry as great as yours but in anther tongue , I bring you black eyes and golden skin and curly hair , I bring you Islam and Luxor and Alexandria and Lutes and tambourines and date-palms and silk rugs and sunshine and incense and voluptuous ways”
― Ahdaf Soueif, In the Eye of the Sun

“الاحتلال الطويل الذي خلق أجيالا إسرائيلية ولدت في إسرائيل ولا تعرف لها "وطناً" سواها... خلق في الوقت نفسه أجيالاً من "الفلسطينين الغرباء عن فلسطين " ولدت في المنفى ولا تعرف من وطنها غير إلا قصته وأخباره”
― مريد البرغوثي, رأيت رام الله

“And Egypt ? What is Egypt strenght?her resilience ?her ability to absorb poeple and events into the pores of her being? is that true or is it just a consolation ? a shifting of responsibility? and if it is true , how much can she absorb and still remain Egypt ?”
― Ahdaf Soueif, The Map of Love

“You know, I've been thinking: all the women in the books you like -- Sartre and Camus and all that -- they don't really exist. Not as people. They're only there to wait for the men. To love them and be loved back or not -- mostly not; to be beaten up or killed; to appear as a face on the wall of Meurseault's cell--”
― Ahdaf Soueif, In the Eye of the Sun

“Egypt.mother of civilization, dreaming herself through the centuries. Dreaming us all, her children: those who stay and work for her and complain of her, and those who leave and yearn for her and blame her with bitterness for driving them away.”
― Ahdaf Soueif, The Map of Love

“Ya Ummi(my mother), I cannot live my life with a woman who has no key to my mind and does not share my concerns. She cannot - will not - read anything. She shrugs off the grave problems of the day and asks if I think her new tablecloth is pretty. We are living in difficult times and it is not enough for a person to be interested in his home and his job - in his own personal life. I need my partner to be someone to whom I can turn, confident of her sympathy, believing her when she tells me I'm in the wrong, strengthened when she tells me I'm in the right. I want to love, and be loved back - but what I see is not love or companionship but a sort of transacton of convenience santioned by religion and society and I do not want it.”
― Ahdaf Soueif, The Map of Love

“It is that happy stretch of time when the lovers set to chronicling their passion. When no glance, no tone of voice is so fleeting but it shines with significance. When each moment, each perception is brought out with care, unfolded like a precious gem from its layers of the softest tissue paper and laid in front of the beloved �� turned this way and that, examined, considered.”
― Ahdaf Soueif, The Map of Love

“But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.”
― Mitch Albom, For One More Day

“العالم ليس معنياً بقدسنا، قدس الناس، قدس البيوت والشوارع المبلطة والأسواق الشعبية حيث التوابل والمخللات، قدس العتالين ومترجمي السياح الذين يعرفون من كل لغة ما يكفل لهم ثلاث وجبات معقولة في اليوم، خان الزيت وباعة التحف والصدف والكعك بالسمسم، المكتبة والطبيب وفساتين العرائس الغاليات المهور، قدس الجبنة البيضاء والزيت والزيتون والزعتر وسلال التين والقلائد والجلود وشارع صلاح الدين .هي القدس التي نسير فيها غافلين عن "قداستها" لأننا فيها ، لأنها نحن، هذه القدس العادية ، قدس أوقاتنا الصغيرة التي ننساها بسرعة لأننالا نحتاج إلى تذكرها، ولأنها عادية .كل الصراعات تفضل الرموز ، القدس الآن هي قدس اللاهوت !! العالم معني بـ "وضع" القدس، بفكرتها وأسطورتها، أما حياتنا وقدس حياتنا فلا تعنيه، إن قدس السماء ستحيا دائماً، أما حياتنا فيها فمهددة بالزوال”
― مريد البرغوثي , رأيت رام الله

“There is no such thing as a true tale. Truth has many faces and the truth is like to the old road to Avalon; it depends on your own will, and your own thoughts, whither the road will take you.”
― Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Mists of Avalon

“إن القلم لأمثالنا لنعمة ممن كتبت عليهم الوحدة، ولكن القلم كالجواد أحياناً ينطلق من تلقاء نفسه كالطائر المرح، وأحياناً يثب على قدميه ويأبى أن يتقدم كأن في طريقه أفعى رافعة الرأس”
― توفيق الحكيم

“يوم يركل بقدمه القوية باب المدينة الصغيرة سيجد خلفه هياكل عظمية كانت تحلم يوما بأنه سيجيء”
― مكاوي سعيد, فئران السفينة

“هل لاحظت معى ان أكثر الناس فراغاً هم أكثرهم ضيقاً بالحياة وافتقاداً للسعادة ؟.. هل تعرف السبب ؟ .. أنا أعرفه .. لأن من أكثر أسباب شقاء الإنسان ضيق أفقه وكثرة انشغاله بنفسه وتفكيره فيها باستمرار كما لو كانت محور الكون .. ومن يشكون الفراغ لا يجدون ماينشغلون به سوى أنفسهم , وكلما ازداد انشغال أحدهم بنفسه رآها جديرة بحياة غير حياته”
― عبد الوهاب مطاوع

“أسأل : إذا كانت الظروف القاسية هي التي تجعل الناس قساة القلوب ، و اذا كان النجاح هو الذي يلينها و يجعلها غاية في التسامح ؟!”
― حنان الشيخ

“لماذا عندما نتقدم في العمر و تموت حيويتنا نتصالح مع الماضي ، لماذا تصبح حياتنا الجديدة و القديمة كالمنديل المرقع”
― حنان الشيخ

“That narrow stretch of sand knows nothing in the world better than it does the white waves that whip it , caress it , collapse on to it . The white foam knows nothing better than those sands which wait for it , rise to it and suck it in .but what do the waves know of the massed, hot, still sands of the desert just twenty , no , ten feet beyond the scalloped edge ? And what does the beach knows of depths, the cold, the currents just there, where-do you see it? - Where the water turns a deeper blue.”
― Ahdaf Soueif, I Think of You: Stories