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“الليلة الماضية لم أستطعْ أن أنامَ لوقت طويل، فاستلقيتُ هناك لمدة ساعتين وأنا أقربُ للصّحو أكثر من النوم، وبشكلٍ غير منقطع كنتُ في أكثر الأحاديث حميميةً معكِ. لا شيءَ محدّد كان يدورُ بيننا، لقد كان مجرّد شكل من أشكال الحديث الحميمي، شعور بالقربِ والتّفاني.”
― فرانز كافكا

“When you're socially awkward, you're isolated more than usual, and when you're isolated more than usual, your creativity is less compromised by what has already been said and done. All your hope in life starts to depend on your craft, so you try to perfect it. One reason I stay isolated more than the average person is to keep my creativity as fierce as possible. Being the odd one out may have its temporary disadvantages, but more importantly, it has its permanent advantages.”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

“I am rarely bored alone; I am often bored in groups and crowds.”
― Laurie Helgoe, Introvert Power: Why Your Inner Life Is Your Hidden Strength

“لا أشعر بحقيقة نفسي إلا عندما أصاب بحزن لا يطاق”
― فرانز كافكا

“إن غيومَ المغيبِ البرتقاليةَ تُضفي على كل شيئٍ ألقَ الحنين، حتى على المِقصلة !”
― ميلان كونديرا, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“تلك الفرحة المؤقتة هي سبب كآبتي و حزني”
― زكرياء ياسين, خواطر مراهق استثنائي

“I am a cage, in search of a bird.”
― Franz Kafka

“I certainly have not the talent which some people possess," said Darcy, "of conversing easily with those I have never seen before. I cannot catch their tone of conversation, or appear interested in their concerns, as I often see done.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“I wondered how many people there were in the world who suffered, and continued to suffer, because they could not break out from their own web of shyness and reserve, and in their blindness and folly built up a great distorted wall in front of them that hid the truth.”
― Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

“Masquerades disclose the reality of souls. As long as no one sees who we are, we can tell the most intimate details of our life. I sometimes muse over this sketch of a story about a man afflicted by one of those personal tragedies born of extreme shyness who one day, while wearing a mask I don’t know where, told another mask all the most personal, most secret, most unthinkable things that could be told about his tragic and serene life. And since no outward detail would give him away, he having disguised even his voice, and since he didn’t take careful note of whoever had listened to him, he could enjoy the ample sensation of knowing that somewhere in the world there was someone who knew him as not even his closest and finest friend did. When he walked down the street he would ask himself if this person, or that one, or that person over there might not be the one to whom he’d once, wearing a mask, told his most private life. Thus would be born in him a new interest in each person, since each person might be his only, unknown confidant.”
― Fernando Pessoa

“أدركنا منذ زمن طويل أنه لم يعد بالإمكان قلب هذا العالم، ولا تغييره إلى الأفضل، ولا إيقاف جريانه البائس إلى الأمام. لم يكن ثمة سوى مقاومة وحيدة ممكنة : ألّا نأخذه على محمل الجد”
― Milan Kundera, La festa dell'insignificanza

“Now, after so many years, I understand what the Coldness was and where it came from—this sense that everything is lost, and worthless, and meaningless.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium