Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover,...
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William Shakespeare
The lesson we are indebted to Egypt for, our future generations learned that in the face of oppression silence is never golden.
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Aysha Taryam
But in the desert, in the pure clean atmosphere, in the silence — there you can find yourself. And unless you begin to know yourself, how can you even begin to search for God?
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Father Dioscuros
The Weight of One Feather"Given.Many fear death Because they already Feel ridden with sin, But no man on this earth Is filled with only white light Within. Have more faith In our Maker, For our souls and minds Were created by Him.Just remember that, When...
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Suzy Kassem
In Egypt: Under no conditions, under threat of death could anyone kill a cat. People were exceuted for even killing a cat accidentally. And when a cat died, the whole family, and probably their closest friends, went into mourning, the measure of their personal loss...
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Roger A. Caras
More Quotes By Ahdaf Soueif
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...
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...
There's a strength in that look, a wilfulness; one would almost call it defiance except that it is so good-humoured. It is the look a woman would wear - would have worn - if she asked a man, a stranger, say, to dance.
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...
I watch and listen, helpless to help. There is no point in saying ‘This, too, shall pass.’ For a time, we do not even want it to pass. We hold on to grief, fearing that its lifting will be the final betrayal.
