Quote: The Raven

“And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted – nevermore!”

it might not mean anything to someone who just reads it, but I can feel the relief of getting some of it off my chest, even if it’s in someone else’s words…

Quote: Heathcliff…

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“My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff’s miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind: not as pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.”

– Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

Sketch: the Hatter’s Family House

Quote: Supreme Trial

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“Alas! the supreme trial, let us say rather, the only trial, is the loss of the beloved being.”

– Victor Hugo, Les Miserables

Post: The End Of The Flame

Can ice shatter ice?

After spending months rebuilding the protective ice walls; a glacier appears outside.

Simply huge.

Simply cold.

…and simply there.

The ice walls shatter! just like that.

as if they were intimidated by the mere presence of the glacier.

and now..

and now, the flame inside is exposed to the world…to every gust of icy wind, to the glacier towering before it menacingly, silently.

Poor flame…now it has a new battle to fight. Weary as it is, it accepts the challenge.

But the flame is withered, it is dwindling to ashes…time has not been kind.

This war is short.

one battle.

and the flame dies…a single wisp of smoke remains from what was once a bright burst of sunshine.

still..

the glacier stands there, silent as ever, throwing long shadows over the crumpled walls.

فكر بغيرك

من ((فكر بغيرك)) لمحمود درويش…

مع أنني لا أحب كل القصيدة, الا أنني أجد هذا المقطع رائع و معبر جدا…

وأنت تسدد فاتورة الماء فكر بغيرك
[لا تنس من يرضعون الغمام]

وأنت تعود إلى البيت، بيتك، فكر بغيرك
[لا تنس شعب الخيام]

وأنت تنام وتحصي الكواكب، فكر بغيرك
[ثمة من لم يجد حيزاً للمنام]

وأنت تحرر نفسك بالاستعارات، فكر بغيرك
[من فقدوا حقهم في الكلام]

وأنت تفكر بالآخرين البعيدين، فكر بنفسك
[قل: ليتني شمعة في الظلام]