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لم أكن أحسب نفسي أديباً شاعراً. فما كنت أكتبه من حين إلى آخر كان من قبيل الصحافة المسلية، لا من الأدب. لكني كنت فيما بيني وبين نفسي أحبس أملاً في أن تتاح لي في يوم من الأيام فرصة خلق شيء من الأدب، نشيد عظيم جرئ للحنين والحياة ↗

— Hermann Hesse

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When the life is wavy, keep your mind smooth! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

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Fiction, at the point of development at which it has arrived, demands from the writer a spirit of scrupulous abnegation.The only legitimate of all the irreconcilable antagonisms that make our life so enigmatic, so burdensome, so fascinating, so dangerous--so full of hope. They exist! And this is the only fundamental truth of fiction. ↗

— Joseph Conrad

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My family pleaded with me to forget literature and do something sensible, such as find some sort of useful work. ↗

— Lloyd Alexander

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From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. There was poetry for quiet companionship. There was adventure when she tired of quiet hours. There would be love stories when she came into adolescence and when she wanted to feel a closeness to someone she could read a biography. On that day when she first knew she could read, she made a vow to read one book a day as long as she lived. ↗

— Betty Smith

#literature #lonliness #reading #solitude #love

I am always in love. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

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Once more I can climb about and remind you that a woman in this epoch does the important literary thinking. ↗

— Gertrude Stein

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Then you look at her and smile a smile your dissembling face will remember until the day you die. Baby, you say, baby, this is part of my novel. This is how you lose her. ↗

— Junot Díaz

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When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language. ↗

— D.H. Lawrence

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your morse code interferes with my heart beat. I had a steady heart before you, I replied upon it, it had seen active service and grown strong. Now you alter its pace with your own rhythm you play upon me, drumming me taught. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

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